When asking about where to get good steak in London, one is often provided with the same ol’ ~ The Hawksmoor, Goodman, Le Relais de Venise, Santa Maria del Sur, Bountiful Cow and errr… Gaucho… and maybe one or two more.
Some of these are good, some not so good and mostly very meh, but no one in all of the genius of the twitterati or the food bloggersphere had ever ever suggested Sophie’s Steakhouse to me before. I mean, I had to be brought there by a civilian.
Hehe, I love the term civilian. Makes me feel like a secret service food blogger spy 
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E-to-the-effin’-G-Y-P-T people! It’s been 10 days since I’ve been back from chillaxing on the shores of the glorious Red Sea, and I’m still in complete awe of myself that I actually managed to win this ridiculously cool vacation! I know I know I need to snap myself out of it and shift my laser focus to the big fat main prize and to kick start that focus (and appease the Twitterati who’ve been hounding me for my post on Egypt), herewith lies my little itty bitty review of Reef Oasis Beach Resort, a 5-star all inclusive resort on the coast of the Red Sea in Egypt’s Sharm el Sheikh.
(and holy crap, I shit you not, I just typed Beef Resort. Hello, my name is Catty and I am a food blogger.)
and ps. in case you didn’t realise, this review is part of Qype’s Word On The Beach competition so please…
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I am not one to exaggerate.
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Ok ok fiiiiiiiiine, I exaggerate a little. But if you’re gonna believe anything I say, believe this: Sushi of Shiori? The best sushi I’ve had in London. Period.
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Somehow, some how, we made it to Chamonix last week. After spending a gruelling 16 hours at Gatwick Airport due to flight delays (I think I topped up my frequent flyer points from the number of loo visits I made) and then being cancelled again at the end of the 16 hours, we somehow managed to make our way to Stansted Airport, and then to Chamonix, albeit 27 hours later than planned.
We were all cranky and tired and quite possibly very smelly, but arriving in Chamonix was like one of those lightbulb moments. Not so much like we had a great idea, because believe me, our brains were not thinking, but more like ah-haaaaah… ahhhhhhhh (that’s the glorious sound of me realising something).
The wondrousness of the place, the snow capped mountains and seemingly endless runs of white powder ~ it is seriously mesmerising and a natural upper like you can’t imagine. After the 27 hour commute, we arrived and literally picked up our skis and hit the slopes straight away.
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